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Chapter 1: Lily

The pain was unbearable. She felt like she was suffocating, her ribs crushing her heart, causing it to struggle with animalistic terror, which was why it was beating fast, wild, and erratic, it was fighting to be free, and yet it remained bound, and now it was shattering.

The image that was burning itself onto the back of her eyelids played out in front of her, her breath started coming in short, hard pants, and an icy cold pain seemed to creep through her chest, letting its fingers dance across her heart. The feeling, the bone-shattering pain, was what Lily imagined spending an extended amount of time in close proximity to a Dementor would feel like, and yet, she couldn't turn away.

The pain did not recede as her knees gave out, and the image of Scorpius and Rose locked in a passionate kiss was torn from her sight. They didn't hear the thump as she hit the ground, and she bit back the sob that threatened to break through her tightly closed lips.

It was her pride, if nothing else, that got her to back away from the cracked open door of her cousin's dorm room. She wouldn't let them see her like this, on the very verge of losing control, she didn't want their sympathetic glances, or consoling words, she was a big girl, she could handle it.

She wasn't handling it. It was completely illogical, she knew that. This wasn't a fairy tale, it wasn't her parents love story, he was her big brother's best friend, nothing more, nothing less, her school girl crush was nothing, it had no weight, no significance, no importance, no nothing, because it was nothing.

She knew that, understood it, it was clear, it was logical, and it hurt so god-damn much, logic had never been her thing, that was always Rose. And then, with that thought, the pain was back. It hurts so much, and she wants to screamscreamscream, and tear out what's left of her heart and leave it in a jar until it was shriveled with black hair and unable to everever love again*, so she won't ever have to feel the agony again, so the heartache, and the sorrow would be gonegonegone.

But she couldn't, so she ran. She runs from her fear, and her pain and her life and her problems, her feet pounding on the stone floor, and she doesn't let herself think, she just focuses on sprinting, hoping that maybe, just maybe, if she runs hard enough the emotions will disappear.

She keeps going until her legs want to give out again, but from exhaustion rather than shock this time, and there's sweat dripping down her sides, and her hair's undone and flowing in a tangled mess around her face, but no mess could possible compare to the internal one raging inside of her.

Her feet lead her back through the portrait, and up the never-ending steps in front of his dorm, she should have known, that was where she always ended up. She opens the door without realizing what she's doing, there's only one person inside.

Scrawny. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Laying on his back reading a book,

Jeremiah Green, he takes one look at her disheveled, tearstained, heartbroken form and scampers off, probably to go find him, because he'll be able to help her, to keep her upright, because that's what he does.

She keeps going, undeterred, the bathroom door swings open, and then slams shut. She turns the shower on, until it's scaldingscalding hot, and she strips, in doing so glances at the mirror. There's a roar in her ears that blocks out all rational thought,

And she hit's the mirror until blood streams down her clenched fists, and the glass is brokenbrokenbroken, just like her heart.

The water doesn't clear her head, or wipe away the pain, but it helps hide the tears, and even though she doesn't feel any better, she looks it by the time she steps out. The towel's barely been wrapped around her when the door gets knocked on, and then opens, and he is standing there.

Lysander takes one look at her and then steps forward, engulfing her in tight, loving embrace; she sobs into his shirt.

That was what Lysander did, he picked up the pieces, the shattered shards, and placed them together again, he couldn't fix her, because Lily could never be quite whole, but he'd alwaysalways be there when he was needed, because Fate was cruel and mean, and unpredictable to people like Lily Potter.

She gave her the boy who would never leave her, and had her fall for the one who would never stay.

A/N Right, this should have five chapters,

*Reference to "The Warlocks Hairy Heart," (The Tales of Beetle and Bard)